The coming of the cold

[sordidsymphony]

Most people seem to see snow as a novelty act, something to marvel at and then carry on, on their way to warm places together in twos and threes. And I am alone in the frozen quad watching it pass by in front of my eyes. This cannot even be called winter proper, but just the beginning of it, an apparition. Snowfalls, like my encounters with love,

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[ohsosoviet]

We can always have hot tea, warm biscuits and be sad together.
It's almost as good as a blanket; it's almost as good as being happy (because at least one in rooted in something you know).

If you ever want to talk, I'm always around.

I love you.

*hugs*